Napowrimo Day 23

Not that I'm dreaming in Sanskrit
already. But kutra kutra kutra!
In between the I believe
and the I don't believe.

The gong cellphone tone.
Bus metaphor.
I will take anything in a pink box.

Wondering if the assignment is worthy.
Shouting into the anti-breath.

Why are you waiting. Verte.

What hurts from misuse.
"Rip" in the fog-rain, waking
up saying Thank you Thank you
Thank you over and over

to the empty air.